~ By Jane Bravo

There's a method to my madness -

A feeling - a happiness, a sadness,

Of things that could be, but can't be -

Of 'if' and 'but' and 'maybe';

Of what and whom I wanted most,

A dream that haunts me like a ghost.

But sweetly like a lovers kiss -

Thirty odd seconds of utter bliss...

That leave a life changed forever?

Like a bond so old you cannot sever.

The one with roots inside my heart

In light, in sunshine, in times of dark.

There's a method to my madness -

A feeling - a happiness, a sadness.

Of things that could be, but can't be -

Of 'if' and 'but' and 'maybe'.